Our names were written in the sky, And the angels proclaimed love. And I will not let fate decide Whichever path we walk.
Give me the chance to show you the world. Let's keep this rollercoaster going. I won't let this be the end, no.
Tell me that you'll be here tomorrow. I need you, dream of you, breathe you. Don't say that this the end.
This can't be the end.
'Cause you got one chance and one chance only To stay on my good side.
I don't advise you to bite off more than you Can fit in your mouth. Mr. Gein won't have shit on me, and believe, I'll fashion you into a fucking lampshade.
We're all bastard children of a vile and putrid world.